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Home has to be held most precious, yes even above our unworthiness of this story of Heaven beneath the feet.

Home deserves our attention, not the drama!


Scrap the whole system and make cooperation the new currency. Problem solved.

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I can lead us away from slavery, We, Me, lets get to dancing before the thread snaps loose and the wings rise up on God's child born of the thought of never having known. Constant flux my friends. Smoke up, we're soon to have a drum circle! Boom boom goes God's medicines! Rejoice with me in the know...
Don't make it a play outside of the box, put it on with love and kindness and you'll find the absent Peace.
(Who's that old dude?)
He was lost but now he's found, come along with Me, amen... 
(Oh my...)
© 2014 Mark Richard Prime
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